Cold Rain and Snow

A multimedia essay

Not better, better to say that you dear American gaze with a VR headset into a vast endless desert seeking an Oasis where Trump sits in Court. Headset I refuse to don. I believe but cannot know your VR sees Trump holding forth in an Oasis called America, land of the free and home of the brave, that nation that is your land, my land, and no ones land except the State and owners of title permitted by the State.

For sake of ease call it Mammon. Trump is not master of Mammon. Elected high priest yes, master no. Still you shout free at last, good God Almighty free at last from the Liberal Commie menace of the Mammon State turned obverse to face us with DEI and quotas in the name of abstract fairness and equity. Real quotas, not abstract you assert are what Trump brings. Gravy for the rich and poverty for the poor and WAR for the Jewish State, Holy and Sacred since de-colonization. Money for the people no. Guns yes. Guns make people happy. Armaments make people happy. To make people happy lash them with the guns of the Federal State.

AS miracle Mammon gives you sound and VR insight. “O Trump they cry believing him Moses and Moshiach. Make USA Ukraine and Ukraine a Greater Zion. Save us. Intercede with Mammon. Plead our cause in his Sanhedrin! Say we will fly the flag of Israel; high above our own flag to prove our loyalty. Intercede with Mammon. Say when Trump is sworn into office on the Talmud and Bible his Second Executive Order renames D.C. as End of Days and New Jerusalem.”

With DMT intuition I am astonished you see and hear using a machine to say just so. Two good eyes but the machine sees and hears and whispers to you in your ear like close friend. “Mammon these ape men whom I, I Trump, by injection saved to serve you years ago, before useless puppet Biden botched his job, they grovel. The ape men, the Goyim, say we are badly governed by lesser demons than you O Mighty Trump, High Priest of Mammon once more and greater than Thrice Great Hermes, greater than the Jew Jesus who is a pale white Galilean and not a settler colonialist. Master and God Mammon saved your life 3 times, you are even greater than the King of Kings Ozymandias! We call on you to rule the world with Iron fist.”

” O mighty Mammon, eater of life, I, I Tump, hearing thy loyal blameless slaves lament in your service plead for ME, I, to intercede for them. Show them mercy. Bring the Viruses so they do not eat. So they vaccinate once more for salvation shouting ALL HAIL MAMMON.”

Artaud says, “If Shakespeare and his imitators have gradually insinuated the idea of art for art’s sake, with art on one side and life on the other, we can rest on this feeble and lazy idea only as long as the life outside endures. But there are too many signs that everything that used to sustain our lives no longer does so, that we are all mad, desperate, and sick. And I call for us to react.

Ko-fi.com/thejournaloflingeringsanity